I don't hate you. I hate myself for how I treated you!”CRACK!I shuddered as Pam kissed at my neck. Her lips nibbled on my flesh, feeling so naughty....Her left hand cupped my large tit. She kneaded me as the cracks hissed through the air. Then her hand shoved down to my pussy. I felt something hard in her hand. Something round.A clit vibrator.It buzzed to life as she pressed it into the folds of my pussy. Pleasure sparked through me. I groaned as my sister massaged my clit. She pressed the. I got up set, she grandma told don’t worry, we will do once reach we Chennai. Morning 4 am we reach Mumbai station before that we finish toilet and brushing the teeth in the train and get ready for fuck once we reach home, we catch a auto to home, we reached 4.30 am ,No one was in the compound ,we just enter the house and I locked the door and I move to the bed room and ,first I change my dress in to lungi , she was looking around the home ,I sat on the bed and little nerves and I don’t know. It was quite dark, but I could see a structure of some sort — I think it was a gardening shed next to some trees. The voices came from there, and I could see blurred tints of four people inside. The woman, or girl, sounded drunk, slurring words and moaning in distress. The men were quietly nasty. I had a horrible feeling. Had it been just one male voice, I could have supposed a date plying his girl with alcohol. Three men implied a deliberate drugging. As I approached the shed I slowed, trying. Kyu naa du tu apni maa ko janta hi kitna hai aur tu apni maa ki kartut ko dekhe gaa to tujhe pata lage ga.Par bua mujhe nahi viswas hai bua boli achcha agar viswas ho jyae gaa to jo mai bolu gi oh tumhe karna ho ga maine bola ok.Bua boli achcha kal raat me jab mai jagu gi tab apni maa ke kamre me dekhna maine bola ok.Dusri raat me bua ne mujhe jagaya karib 2 ke raat ho rahe the maine bus ke khane ke mutabik khidki se maa ke kamre me dekhane laga mujhe meri aakho pe viswas nahi ho raha tha meri.